by a huge stroke of luck.
i found a nice jamming studio opposite my house.
reasonable prices, brand new equipment.
my estate just got a whole lot cooler.


oh right.
how did i even end up on the opposite side of the road.
i barely, never go there.
well i guess i needed a place to think.
everywhere else seemed an unlikely choice.
i even contemplated clarence's house.
but too impractical, too far away.


all thats happened has been too much for me.
the horizon.
some part of me feels relieved that this whole episode has come to an end.
yet winter.
some part of me has lost all hope in the existence of platonic relationships.
why did i think this time would be any different.


no one knows what its like
to be the bad man
to be the sad man
behind blue eyes.

perfection at 5:04 AM